O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.

Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.

There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them.

Beauty surrounds us.

From "Wetness and Water" How does a part of the world leave the world? How can wetness leave water? Do not try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire. Do not wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast you run, your shadow more than keeps up. Sometimes it's in front. Only full, overhead sun diminishes your shadow. But that shadow has been serving you. What hurts you blesses you. Darkness is your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.

There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.